Standing Tall

A large crowd had gathered in the amphitheater. Messages had spread through the Arcanet announcing a new punishment being showcased, with ten lucky citizens being offered a chance to participate even. Few would willingly let such an opportunity slip by and the stands were packed as a result.

Standing in the center of the round structure was a construction of wooden beams. One large beam supported it vertically on either side, reaching nearly 50 feet up at the top, while two cross beams spanned the two pillars at different heights. The lower one, about 30 feet up off the ground was fairly thin, only a few inches wide while the top one, flush with the supports at their highest was much thicker.

Precariously balanced on the lower beam stood three unlucky souls. On one end, a rather nervous, unkempt looking ravel eyed the crowd gathering for their punishment. In the middle was a smaller, scrawny looking hybrid that seemed to be a mix between a slyne and a nurk. Finally, on the far end stood and odd chimera, or perhaps an outsider with smooth skin and thick fins running along their features, giving them a rather aquatic look.

Each of them was prepared in the same way: Arms bound tightly behind their backs, with a slipknot draped around their necks, connecting to the top beam. Finally, each of them had a ring-gag strapped into their mouths, with two more rings firmly attached to rears and genitals. Any citizens could easily identify the soft glow coming from them: Aureoles, portals that would provide access to those very parts from any distance away.

In this case however, the distance was rather small, as right below the three captives rested a few sawhorse-like structures with the other ends of the rings attached. One on the ravel’s side already sported the avian’s rather impressive cock, hard and showcasing the typical bulbous head that would inflate into a proper knot when it was time. The other two seemed less excited at the moment.

The general din of the crowd quieted down as a slyne in Nodd’s traditional executioner outfit stepped out in front and cleared his throat, his raspy voice echoing unnaturally through the stands.
“Ladies and Gentlenurks! You all have gathered here for a show and I am more than happy to provide you with these three miscreants that have fallen into the council’s bad graces through their actions. Whether it be a lack of chaos, or crossing over the street in front of one of our esteemed council members instead of behind, rest assured, all three of them quite deserve what’s coming!”
“Strung up here they stand as long as their legs will hold with a drop meaning certain, humiliating death! Of course, the council is not without mercy, as they will be let go as soon as our artificial sun reaches its darkest tonight.”
“Ah, but what is a show without a bit of drama? I’m certain all of you have better things to do than watch a few idiots stand around. So we have devised a bit of fun for all of you. By now, ten lucky citizens have been chosen to come out here and use these aureoles as they see fit! Don’t worry if you’re not one of the lucky ones. After they are satisfied, another ten will be picked among the audience. But now, I shall not keep you waiting any longer. Let the punishment begin!”

He waved over towards the entrance of the arena, ushering in the first few of the winners. A couple of lehlts entered first, one well-kempt and beautiful, holding the leash of a sletcher walking close by their side while the other was utterly wretched.

The wretched lehlt wasted no time, moving over to the bottom of the construction while eagerly rubbing at their groin, coaxing a fairly thick length from their sheath. Their partner stopped briefly, watching with obvious amusement as they deliberated where to go while the three captives could only watch.

Finally a decision had been made. “Yeah… yeah, ya’ll do” they muttered to themselves as they approached one of the portals on the far end, prompting the ravel above to dig his talons into the wood below. There was no tease, no anticipation. The wretched goatlike insider simply reached down to line up the tip of their shaft with the aureole and pushed. 
A brief flash of green coming from both ends of the portal announced his success as the lehlt’s fleshy, still not even fully hard spire forced its way into the Ravel’s unprotected rear, causing the avian to clench his beak around the ring with legs and tail shifting uncomfortably. The soft, wet noises of sex were drowned out by a cheer from the crowd as the punishment began proper. Little time was wasted before the lehlt grasped the sawhorse in front to begin eagerly bucking into the hole it presented, grunting every now and then. “Ngh… not as tight as I woulda liked, but it’ll do.”

Their partner meanwhile watched with interest as they and their pet made their way over to the other end. The chimera standing there watched with visible disgust on her face, spitting some unintelligible insults down through the gag. Her tormentor-to-be merely flashed her a confident smile as they gave their pet a small pat on the back, urging the sletcher to move forward, bumping its snout into the various devices in front.
The chimera’s protests grew increasingly heated as she watched, tugging on the bindings around her arms as much as her balance allowed.
“Mpphgrr! ‘M gnnga kee y-GLRK” Her complaints were silenced immediately when the beast reared up to rest its chest on one of the sawhorses and simply sheathed itself into the aureole, forcing its spiked cock into the prisoner’s mouth and visibly down her throat. Immediately, she began to gag, shaking her head in an attempt to dislodge the blockage while her throat worked to try and eject the bulge visibly stuck inside it.

The lehlt below flashed her another smile, offering his pet a few more gentle strokes along the back. “There’s a good boy, I was growing tired of her bitching.”
Reaching down to their own erect shaft, they took it slower than their two more desperately humping companions. They took careful aim, rubbing the tip against the prepared entrance of their choosing a few times, causing the portal strapped against the chimera’s cunt to light up while she could only keep shaking her head and gagging, eyes tearing up.
A nearly melodious moan escaped the lehlt’s throat as they slowly sheathed themselves into the chimera’s hole. A slow push, leading to much more gentle thrusts than the sletcher’s bestial fucking. Yet, for the prisoner above it proved that much worse, leaving her squirming with her legs shifting, stumbling briefly and only barely regaining her balance.

With two of the prisoners already in use, the smallest of the three fearfully watched. The soft huffs of the ravel and choked sounds of the chimera were a steady reminder of what lay ahead. And yet, watching and hearing his surroundings, he could not help himself. Below, where the aureole strapped to his groin exited, the twin spires of hemipenes began to peek out into the air of the amphiteater, sending his quills quivering.

He did not have long to wait as the next winner entered, causing his eyes to go wide. 
“Oh h’uck...” came the barely intelligible mumble as a krudge shambled his way over to him. The bulky insider was already fully erect, a thick, dripping length bouncing underneath him as he made straight for the portal leading to the smaller insider’s rear.
“No, no, no, no! Hrng-” The slurk’s eyes clenched shut as a single, near feral thrust forced all of that length into him, visibly bulging out his belly and rocking him forward dangerously. He barely managed to regain his balance with wobbling knees as his cry from suddenly being spread so harshly faded. He knew it was only the start of a long, agonizing struggle. Krudges could last hours before finishing, and each thrust forced him to tilt forward dangerously, just shy of making him lose his balance on the life-saving beam as that cock visibly bulged him out, barely able to fit into the smaller creature.

Wet squelching sounds filled the arena as the three captives were used, the smell of sex only amplified by the crowd as some of them started to masturbate or find a partner to satisfy their needs themselves. Slowly but surely, the wretched lehlt’s humping grew faster, hooves digging short grooves into the sandy ground as their fingers grasped tightly around the sawhorse. The bucking motions were enough to make the ravel’s own length throb gently next to them, talons remaining firmly clutched around their support.
Much to his dismay, another lucky winner approached his throbbing cock, a nurk in a leather dominatrix outfit, tapping a studded crop into the palm of her hand with a nasty grin. 
“Remember me?” she asked, slowly sliding the studded tip of the crop along the ravel’s length, making the avian shudder. There was clear recognition and fear in his eyes as he looked down to the nurk, legs quivering. 
“Tha’ss right. Payback’s a bitch, innit?” she sneered at him, making him jerk with a few more harder taps against the base of his shaft, carefully avoiding the sensitive, bulbous tip.
“I’m gonna make you squirm, bird. You recognize this don’tcha?” The nurk held up a small rod, smooth save for the rounded studs covering its length. The captive let out some panicked, pleading whimpers, but she was not deterred.
One small hand slowly stroked along the throbbing length until it gently held that tip in a palm. More desperate protests came from above as the smooth end of the rod was lined up against the ravel’s urethra. The push was slow, but as the bumpy sounding rod was quite thick, it was still enough to make the captive cry out, jerking and swaying to attempt to keep it from entering. If it hadn’t been for the tight grip his talons kept on the support beam, he likely would have fallen right then.
“Ngh… fuck, lady, you keep doin’ that and I’m about to cum.” grunted the wretched lehlt from her left.
She paid them no mind as the sound pushed deeper and deeper, visibly travelling through the throbbing length as the helpless bird crowed in agony.
Finally the other end was pushed flush, leaving the bound ravel trembling with his eyes rolling in their sockets. Unfortunately for him, his tormentor was not finished. She picked up her crop again, wound up and with a smack that echoed through the entire amphiteater swung against the knotted tip of his cock.
It bounced, pulsed even as he could only yell out, his legs jerking enough to launch him off the supporting beam. Before he could even realize what had happened a second smack followed as gravity began to pull him to his inevitable end. The ravel’s screams were cut short as the rope ran out of slack and a third smack was silenced by a soft pop as his weight settled harshly into the noose, legs jerking out beneath to begin a fitful twitching as his neck rested in the loop at an unnatural angle with a sharp bend.
The nurk sneered at his swinging, increasingly limp body. “I’ll be seein’ ya at the court, bitch!” she yelled, flipping him off before turning to leave.
Soft slapping came from beside her as the lehlt’s hooves left the ground while they rested entirely on the sawhorse, humping frantically.
“Ungh… fuuuuuck!” Finally, they hilted, tail lashing slightly behind as they came into what remained of the ravel, a few droplets of thick cum starting to run down the dead avian’s leg.

On the other end, the chimera was swaying. Her eyes were rolling as she was violated from both ends, a hint of blue rising into her cheeks as she continued to gag violently on the sletcher’s shaft. Her chest was heaving, only able to draw air in between thrusts, choking and coughing. Thankfully for her, the beast had no mind to take it slow, those wild bucking thrusts continuing even as its knot filled out, bumping dangerously against the ring of the aureole. Getting trapped behind would spell certain doom for the struggling chimera!
Her luck held however, as the sletcher let out a shuddering huff, mashing that knot against the ring several times before simply holding it pressed against. The captive chimera stumbled slightly as she was forced to visibly swallow shot after shot of hot sletcher seed while her lungs protested.
Finally the beast relented, pulling free with a thin strand of cum trailing between its cock and the aureole. The captive was coughing and sputtering, trying to catch her breath while the sletcher happily rubbed up to its master. She was fortunate to be able to properly regain her balance while the lehlt merely kept up their own slow thrusts, moaning softly with not a care in the world for the victim up top.

Meanwhile the slurk in the center was still swaying back and forth with the krudge’s fucking, his own twinned lengths bobbing with his hurried pulse. 
“Rrrf… enough foreplay, let’s get going!” a growl came from the krudge as he briefly stopped to shift his position into something more comfortable, almost feral. The slurk’s eyes widened again as he could only shake his head with barely audible whimpers while he watched his tormentor pull back into a powerful thrust. The sound of meat slapping against wood reverberated through the arena, accentuated by a high-pitched yelp. The force of the motion was enough to make the captive tilt forward, far enough to lose his balance this time.
“Hnnnng! GRK-”
His smaller stature and less forceful descent left the rope snapping shut around his neck much earlier. Where the dead ravel next to him was granted the mercy of a swift end, the smaller prisoner’s legs began flailing in search of purchase almost immediately as his neck resisted the initial force of the drop, condemning him to a much slower death of asphyxiation.
The krudge showed him no mercy, merely working for his own pleasure while each motion of his harsh pounding set the smaller creature swinging slightly at the end of the rope amidst audible slaps.
“K-… Krrrk!”
Each push from the krudge forced a choked sound out of his smaller victim while the latter desperately struggled to free his arms, to get back on the beam, anything!

The chimera beside him could only watch in horror with trembling knees. As disgusted as she was by the lehlt still slowly violating her, taking their time, anything was better than being stuck slowly being strangled to death! The view was enough that she had not noticed a petrid approaching her side, lining up and pushing into the portal leading to her ass. She let out an indignant shriek at the unexpected additional intrusion as it caused her to jump slightly. One foot barely missed the beam below, causing a mad scramble that had her shuffling to one side in a frenzied attempt to avoid falling off. The effort left her panting and sobbing softly after barely managing to stabilize herself.

On the other side, a vaguely canine looking outsider approached the limp ravel. A long tongue licked over black lips and shaggy fur on her snout as she gave a testing squeeze to his shaft, finding it fairly spongy, but held in a vaguely erect shape by the sound still stuck within. She growled softly, squishing the softened bulb at the tip against her own wet folds, followed by a happy bark as it finally slipped in. Arms reached forward with claws digging soft furrows into the wood of the sawhorse while she began to use the deceased bird’s cock as a cheap toy to ease what appeared to be quite an intense need.

In the meantime, the slurk’s strength was fading fast. His long muzzle hung open, tongue dangling out the front through the portal in his maw, drooling down onto the sand of the arena. Eyes had rolled up into the back of his head, tears flowing freely down either cheek. His choked sounds had ceased, no more breath in his lungs to force out while the noose had made sure no more would be able to get in either. Legs, once wildly swinging and kicking were now merely weakly pedaling in the air.
Yet, the act below was as lively as ever. Despite having been at it for quite some time now at a harsh pace, the krudge showed no signs of slowing down, and the prisoner’s twin spires were bobbing with each throb, long strands of pre leaking from each tip.
Suddenly the dying prisoner tensed up, paws clenching tightly as he went rigid with his back arched. Legs trembled in the air, burning up the last of his strength while his cocks bobbed vigorously, each upward motion accompanied by a surprisingly powerful shot of sticky seed, painting the ground of the arena in long lines. Slowly but surely that pink tongue turned a darker shade, closer to purple. Fitful twitches ran down both legs while those paws slowly unclenched and grew slack. Those twin shafts were last, bobbing less and less until the last few dribbles of cum merely drooled slowly from their tips. The slurk had succumbed to the noose.
The krudge however did not care in the slightest, entirely focused on his own carnal need. Even with his captive dead, he kept pounding into his hole with wild abandon, still sending the body swinging softly at the end of the rope.

It was then that the lehlt finally reached climax themselves, left moaning and panting softly as they emptied their large balls into the chimera’s trembling cunt. With several close call already, the fight she’d shown at the start had left her, instead giving way for weak trembling as she desperately clung to life no matter the cost of dignity.
At last they pulled out, leaving the aureole drooling mixed fluids. There was a soft chuckle as the lehlt gave their pet sletcher another soft pat. “Go ahead boy, make sure to clean up the mess!”
The beast did not need to be told twice, bumping its snout against the vicinity of the portal again. The prisoner clenched her eyes shut, but it did very little to drown out the reality of the situation as the sletcher’s eager tongue found the portal and began to dive into it with loud, sloppy licks. Her own toes squeezed the beam underneath at the mixed sensation of the sletcher forcefully eating her out while the petrid beside it filled her rump.
Then suddenly something invaded her own mouth, a long, slimy appendage pushing against and toying with her tongue. Eyes snapping back open, she saw the lehlt grinning up at her while giving the remaining portal a deep, intimate kiss.
It was all too much. The helplessness, watching her two fellow captives die in such humiliating ways, the constant use of her body against her will. She had not even noticed the unwanted pleasure creeping up her loins, but when it suddenly hit her, she let out a howl, thighs rubbing together in a feeble effort to prevent the inevitable. Her chest heaved as she came, squeezing the sletcher’s tongue inside her depths between shaky legs.
It was only her own determination to survive this ordeal that kept her knees from buckling under her. She was still panting heavily as both tongues pulled free after what felt like an eternity. The lehlt licked their lips while waving a hand. “I’ll be sure to find you again, my sweet.” they crooned before turning to leave.
Her eyes followed her tormentor, only for her heart to skip a beat as she already saw the next lucky winner approach her. Some sort of nurk hybrid entirely too well-endowed for his size!
She turned her gaze skywards to avoid watching what she could not stop. The artificial sun was beginning to darken. She only had to hold out until it was at its darkest. Only until then. Only the rest of the damn night. No, she wouldn’t die here, she would laugh in the face of the reaper. All she had to do was to keep standing tall...